Robyn Gonzalez sat on a splintering chair as she looked into the cracked glass of her beauty mirror. The luchadora looked down at the used up and half-empty makeup containers. With a heavy-hearted sigh she put down her brush and stared at her own unpainted face, looking through the cracked mirror at her shattered self.

Why even bother putting on the make-up anymore....I'll get no respect. I'll be treated with no dignity, no privacy, safety, help...ever.

I should have learned my lesson months ago, from Tommy Wish.....the world doesn't care about me. There are no 'human resources' in the XWF....we luchadors ARE the human resources of the XWF!


Robyn she placed her elbow on the table and her head in her hands. Robyn looked down at the grime caught at the bottom of the mirror's frame, and she felt like she was looking at a clone.

What more is left for me....what more is there to accomplish? I'm a two-time Anarchy champion, former X-treme champion, former Freestyle champion. I'm undefeated against Anarchy's top stars like Jason Cashe, Ruby, and Money Oswald. 5-0 against the three of them...but still, how do I get treated around here? Like complete caca. Like a hog waiting to be slaughtered. ¡Como un agujero esperando a ser jodido!


LSM pushed her hair back as she fought back the burgeoning tears. After exactly 12 months of hard work, blood, sweat and tears Robyn Gonzalez was feeling lower than she ever had before. But this was to be expected, after all, how would you react to being sexually assaulted on live television? Robyn just keeps thinking to herself....'would Betsy Granger be allowed to endure that? Or Atara Themis?'

Robyn huffed in disgust, but mostly with herself. She still couldn't believe that she had token incriminating photos of herself- after all, she was not some degenerate American tikthot: she was a proud mexican lucahdora! Her culture should have led her to make different choices, but still, in moments of weakness and lust, she must have given in.

And now the whole world has seen every inch of her unpainted body. Micheal and Preesh are now making a mockery of the once legendary X-treme Title, all the while dreaming of painting her body in their disgusting Gravy. Robyn kept fighting back the tears, but she couldn't fight back against the growing shame and humiliation she was feeling.

I'm going to be sick...


LSM put her hand up to her mouth as a growing feeling of nausea swept through her shaking body. Big Preesh had stolen her phone and leaked her sensitive content, a disgusting example of revenge porn in the flesh. A felony in most states, this type of conduct was considered championship worthy in the XWF. It's no wonder LSM had such a hard time holding on to belts in this company!

51% of young women contemplate suicide after being victims of revenge porn....but Robyn Gonzalez knew she was stronger than that. Her thoughts didn't drift towards dangerous ideas of self-harm. The one-time X-treme champion wiped a single tear off of her cheek before looking back into the warped mirror at her shattered self-image. On this day, Robyn was overcome with X-treme thoughts of hurting others.

If this company can't take my safety seriously, if this company can't treat me with honor....why should I turn the other cheek? So BIG PRE---- can leak that to onlyfans, too? Why is that censored, but what Big Preesh did to me isn't?!?!?!

Rage filled her shattered soul as she stared into the dysfunctional beauty mirror. The intense flame of depravation filled her once-still heart with a new beating hatred.

Jason Cashe, Ruby, Oswaldo....none of these names deserves to share a ring with the Latina Submission Machina, they've shown the world that 5 times over. Yet still, I've never been given respect in this company, so of course I'm offered up this slop and expected to play nice with the lesser talent.

But that's not what EL-ES-EM is doing anymore!

If you thought my time in the sun ended in those 24/7 hallways, then you haven't been paying attention. For one year I have let my career in the XWF become stunted by delusions of honor and decency, delusions that get you nowhere in this company. These delusions won't tether me ever again, starting tomorrow night.

These are the exact same delusions that keep Ruby from ever being a true top name, from ever being a real star. Twitter might love Ruby, but here on Anarchy? She hasn't held championship gold all year, FUCK, she's an everyday Jason Cashe! But he doesn't let delusions of honor keep him down- his own lack of talent does all that work for him. I dethroned Elijah Martin before Cashe lapped up those sloppy seconds, and what's he done ever since? Lose matches and look good on Twitter. Well good for him, I'm sure he'll got a lot of sympathy likes on social media after he posts a video of me breaking his fucking arms!

I'm done being nice, I'm done going easy on the Thursday night talent. Jason Cashe, Ruby, and Oswaldo lost to the nice El-Es-Em 5 times. They're not going to get 5 more chances to fight me, because now, I'm tired of leaving them in stitches. I'M GOING TO START PUTTING THEM IN CASKETS!

I'm making a mass grave and the first three bodies I'm throwing in are Cashe, Oswaldo, and Ruby. But don't worry: they won't be rotting in the sun for long, because soon, I'll cover them with Big Preesh! Those four are first, but then the whole universe will be next!

LSM smiled into the mirror as she came to grips with her now role in this disgusting world. That's when the mirror shattered entirely!